Erotica by txt

 A couple of weeks ago, I was on a business trip that was grueling and got extended a day and a half longer than I had originally planned. This was the first time I had been away from MrsKeeper since we had put the chastity belt on permanently. Needless to say, by that last day, I was ready to get home.

So on the last day, I started a text message conversation with my wife and I told her that the previous night I had only slept 3 hours to get the project done – but the three hours I slept were full of very erotic sex dreams. She was having an incredibly slow day at work so she asked me to detail the dreams to her. Well I was by this time on my way to the airport in the cab, so I started describing the dream. After a message or two she was txting back that these were really turning her on, and so I thought what a great opportunity to get her really turned on before I get home – completely selflessly I assure you So I began embellishing and fleshing out the dream greatly as I sat in the airport delayed for an hour.

What follows are those text messages I sent her. I have made only minor changes for clarity and some punctuation, but aside from that what You see is what I came up with on the spot.

Each paragraph is one text message as she got it over about a 3 hour period. Enjoy!

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Ok, so the first dream had me naked and You completely clothed in a very severe business suit, and You were sitting in a chair with Your skirt slightly riding up and revealing the tops of Your stockings and garter belt.

i am some sort of houseboy serving You drinks completely naked and the sight of Your leg and stocking top gets me hard quickly. You smile and look up at me as i begin blushing all over and apologize for the raging boner now sticking out as I hold the empty drink tray.

You reach out with manicured deep wine / blood red finger nails and with the tip of You index finger, Your slowly rake Your nail up the underside of my throbbing member, causing a gasp to emit from my mouth. A shiver runs down through my body and a bead of sweat appears on my brow.

As You look at my face You reach out and grasp me firmly. The dark red of my cock matched the color of Your fingernails, sharply contrasted by Your pale beautiful hand. You ask innocently, “Is this for Me?”. You notice my gaze keeps going to Your exposed thighs, and You broadly smile, saying, “Oh, now I understand.”

Slowly You release my rock hard erection, a slight moan escapes my lips as my hips involuntarily hunch forward, attempting to prolong Your touch one millisecond more. Your hands move to the hem of Your skirt and daintily grasp the edges and pull upwards revealing more of Your soft perfect thighs, their pale beauty contrasted by the dark black and burgundy lace of Your garter straps.

Slowly, methodically Your fingers inch Your hem higher and higher, each centimeter higher makes my cock throb and swell slightly more, until the deep burgundy satin edged in black lace of Your panties comes into view. An audible groan emits from my mouth as I have to catch myself for a split second as the beginning of an orgasm wells up deep in my loins. I look up and my eyes meet Yours, there is a hint of predatory hunger sparkling in Your eyes. Your thighs part ever so slightly as You set Your feet firmly on the floor. “Is this what you were wanting to see?” The question hanging in the air – the answer obvious by the shiver that passes down my spine and causes my cock to jerk and bounce. A broad smile crosses Your face as Your thighs part further.

“Perhaps you would like a closer look.” Your thighs part further still. As if in a trance i stay transfixed on the spot i have been standing this entire time – tray at the ready and cock rudely jutting out. The edges of Your smile imperceptably turn down, as You release Your skirt hem and reach out and firmly grasp my cock, digging Your nails into the shaft and sensitive head. I cry out in surprise and pain. Your tone changes as You pull downwards and say, “That was not a question, boy!”

Your words hit me like a shock-wave of realization waking me from my trance, suddenly all pain receptors in my brain fire in response to Your steadily increasing grip. Your nails digging into the firm flesh of my manhood, causing my knees to buckle as I quickly sink to my knees between Your thighs.

Suddenly Your stain covered womanhood comes into focus. As my eyes become transfixed, i notice a slight darkening of the burgundy material. “Closer,” You say as Your nails trace a line down my cheek. i lean forward on my hands  as Your legs spread wide. The dark stain now unmistakable. Your arousal is plainly evident, as Your sweet scent of desire and wondrous musk tickle at my nostrils. Huskily, with lust in Your voice, You say “Closer Boy.”

Entranced by Your words and body, i lean forward, the tip of my nose touching the top of the ever growing wetness on Your panties. i close my eyes as i slowly inhale, the very essence of You filling my nose and senses making me light headed and my cock jump as a large drop of precum runs through my dick and drips from the tip. Further forward i lean and press my nose into Your cleft, pressing on Your clit. Now its Your turn to moan in desire, Your lips instantly drench in Your desire.

Deep within Your chest, a growl emerges as You reach out and grab both sides of my head by the hair. Your hips buck forward as You forcefully pull my face into Your wet crotch. My nose grinds into Your clit, my chin into Your cloth covered labia. My nose fills with Your scent, Your juices moisten my lips. With a feral grunt You grind Your crotch onto my face. Your hips gyrate as You hump my face.

With each thrust, with each grunt and groan, Your motions become more focused as You use my chin and nose as Your own personal masturbatory toy. Your hands grip my hair tighter, as Your motions increase in intensity, as they become smaller, You find that right spot. My nose aches from the pressure, but i am in another world, only barely aware of the discomfort. Your breath gets shorter and suddenly You stiffen and let out a scream of pure pleasure. Your legs straighten, Your thighs squeeze my head and jam my face further into Your pussy. Your scream evolves into a groan and Your jaw tightens. At this moment i am nothing more than an inanimate object to You. Something that exists only for Your pleasure, and You are intent on extracting every ounce of orgasm You can before You let me breathe.

As Your orgasm crests, You feel Your womanhood suddenly soak in spend. My world has become Your pussy. My nostrils, already filled with Your scent, now awash in Your essence, i taste You on my tongue, my lips. My face is drenched and i feel a small rivulet run down my chin and neck. Your orgasm begins to wane as i become aware that my need for air is becoming more urgent, i begin to pull back, to relieve the pressure on my face. As my motions become more urgent You become more aware of my struggling. The raw power of having my breath in Your hands, my very consciousness, my life at Your whim sends You off on yet another powerful orgasm. You pull me harder into You with a deep dominant grunt, my movement becomes frantic and i begin pleading moans to get Your attention, this only increases Your savoring of the power enhancing Your orgasm. My moans begin to vibrate Your pussy and send You further into that orgasmic abyss.  As my consciousness fades, suddenly my world crystallizes into a sudden and overpowering orgasm. My cock erupts as jet after jet of cum shoots out onto the floor. My moaning changing from desperation to ecstasy prolongs the final moments of Your orgasm.

Finally, with one last shudder and moan, You release my head and slump back into Your chair. As if some invisible string has been cut, my head and shoulders slump to the ground as i gasp for air. As Your breathing slows, You look up and see in the mirror opposite us, my behind high in the air and the final drops of cum dripping from the tip of my softening dick. As realization crosses Your mind, a darkness crosses Your face. With measured deliberateness, You raise Your foot to my shoulder, and prompt me off the floor. As i slowly rise, i see the look of disgust on Your face, and realize what grave transgression i have committed. With a voice cold enough to freeze a room, You point Your toe to the puddle of cum at my knees, and say “Clean up that mess now, boy; and if you use anything other than your tongue I will put you in the hospital.” Quickly i bend down and lap up the mess that i made. Once the floor is clean, You take Your foot and with a shove to my chest, send me flying backwards on the floor. With disinterest You dismiss me with “Now get out of my sight and bring me a drink.” I scurry off to fulfill Your wishes, completely in awe of the incredible dominance i have just submitted to.

Fin